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Guitar Boy

Mark Brine
Mark Brine


Written by: Mark Brine
1. The guitar boy... he’s passing through
Don’t matter where he’s from... it’s where he’s goin’ to
‘Cause when he sings them songs... the feelin’s what ya hear
His message like water ... universal clear
2. His britches are torn ‘n his shoes all worn
From a hard road gone ‘n a many sung song
Social commentary or a little romance
A lilt or two for ‘s t’ make us dance.. hey
Guitar boy
Sing (pick) us your tune
‘N pass that ragged hat...
We’ll tip you, too
‘N applaud you when ya done
For your gift of joy
‘N be waitin’ your return someday...
Guitar boy
3. The guitar boy... he’s ragged but he’s right
He helps ya forget all your worries ‘n strife
‘N when the early mornin’ comes he’ll be somewhere’s long-gone
Miles down that road .. still ‘a pickin’-out that song... so...
©Miss Rebecca Music (ASCAP) 

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